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nicenotkind · 2 months ago

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There’s still a heart to break

This is how I imagine a reunion between Garrick and Imogen after the events of Onix Storm. Major spoilers! Read on Ao3 | One-shot | 4,809 words of our favorite idiots being cute (but in a idiotic way)

The door swung open after three consecutive unresponded knocks. She should know better now than pretend she isn’t listening, but it takes so much effort to find her voice and order her body to move.

The surprise to see Garrick standing on her doorstep barely registered like everything else in the last few days. He was already stepping in, moving inside, crossing her wards easily. She waved them to let him in, after all. She had hoped he would spend time inside her room, eventually, when they became more. Stupid , Imogen lectured herself, as if they had any chance of becoming something else. No one knew about this arrangement on her wards, though Quinn suspected. Her heart broke all over again merely for thinking her best friend’s name. Imogen didn’t even know there was anything left to break after the damage of losing her mother and sister. Somehow Quinn had gathered the ugly, sharp shards and transformed them in something akin to whole again, something precious and worthy of her kindness, her attention, her love. And now Quinn as gone and Imogen couldn’t save the parts her best friend mended. She didn’t know how to hold the shards together and keep them that way. She didn’t know how to bottle the pure love and joy Quinn brought to her life so she could drink small sips of her forever.

“Im.” The gentleness in those two little letters made her look up.

Garrick was never gentle. Funny? Yes. Determined? Sure. Provocative? Sometimes. But never gentle. His face was devasted as his hazel eyes travelled her body and then her room. She felt her barriers going up, stoping the trembling on her hands and the rivers down her eyes. She forced her lips to purse so he wouldn’t see how chapped they must be. She hadn’t looked in a mirror the last days but she could feel how dry they were.

Her room wasn’t better. Her things were spread and her weapons were dirty. The plates Rhiannon brought her yesterday were somewhere in the room. The squad leader has insisted in daily visits around lunchtime in which she would stare Imogen down until the third year had ate a full plate of food. Imogen tried to ignore her the first day and ended up with an extended visit of almost three hours. The following two days she decided to eat at the fastest pace possible so she could go back at being alone. Not that Bragen checking her stitches everyday and insisting on changing her bandages actually allowed her to be all alone for the rest of the day. At least he didn’t insist on talking with her.

Her eyes drunk the sight of him, as they always had since she was a weird teenager with legs too long and a hair that never reached the exact tone of sky blue she was aiming. She noticed the bags under his eyes and the worried lines on his expression. His shoulders were tense and she spotted a bandage covering most of his forearm thanks to the short sleeves of his sparring shirt. Most of all, she focused on his chest raising and falling with every breath. He wasn’t fine, none of them were, but he was alive. Alive and standing and here. The scar tissue she called her heart galloped and she took her first deep breath in three days. One out of the four people she cared about on the world was alive and here and not venin. She didn’t lose all of them.

A small, pathetic sound left her. She fisted her hands under the sheets to contain herself, but Garrick seemed to have heard anyway. His long stride ate the space between them until he stopped maybe four steps away from the bed, one of his hands raising half way, then retreating. Almost like he wanted to touch her, comfort her. Like she was a little girl needing reassurance and petting. The thought evoked enough indignation to loose her tongue and lift her chin.

“I didn’t invite you in. Get out.” The scowl she tried to muster was undermined by the rasp sound of her voice. Imogen didn’t talk much the last three days, but the Gods know she screamed enough each night to leave her throat raw and scraping when the nightmares inevitably came.

“I will if you get out with me.” His tone had gained an edge she couldn’t interpret and his eyes seemed to check her all over again for injures.

“ The lieutenant brings a good idea .” Glane commented inside her head for the first time that day, even thought she felt her dragon’s presence every minute since the battle. He was checking on her, monitoring every bite of food she ate, every moment she laid on that bed without force to drag herself out longer than to use the bathroom. “ I will stop when you grow capable again. ”

“ I am capable right now. ” Imogen fought back immediately.

“ Your body disagrees .” Glane’s reply cut the arguments she didn’t even begin to enumerate. Her body was sore in different spots and she wasn’t sure which parts she bruised on battle and which parts rebelled against her due the lack of movements.

“We can spar a little and I can hand you your ass.” Garrick added to break the silence. The smirk curling the side of his mouth told her that he knew exactly how to riddle her out.

Sparring gave Imogen two unparalleled opportunities: put her hands on Garrick’s body and wipe off the arrogance from his face by punching him. In normal days, her heart would already pick its pace with the prospect of touching him and now, after not being sure if he would ever come back, the stupid organ demanded her to get up and out of her bed and check with her own hands if he was in one piece.

“You never hand me my ass.” She answered with a roll of her eyes. Ridiculously, Garrick’s smirk bloomed at the sight.

“ He might today if you don’t start moving .” Glance nudged and Imogen resisted to roll her eyes again.

“ You can stop monitoring me, I will get up and leave the room. ”

“ About time .” Her dragon’s tone returned to the no-nonsense timbre Imogen was used to.

“Let’s see about that.” Garrick crossed his arms, the muscles of his chest and biceps straining the thin sparing shirt and catching her attention for a heartbeat.

“Get out, I need to change.” She pointed to the door and, this time, he obeyed.

It took her more than she would admit to make herself presentable again, unraveling the mess of her hair and fitting all her sheaths after cleaning her weapons. Distributing her daggers and short sword thru her body spreaded a small sense of peace that allowed another full breath to enter her lungs. She was still a fighter, a defender. She hasn’t failed everyone.

Garrick was leaning on the wall to the other side, watching her door intensely when she opened. His hair was longer than he usually allows it to be, curling on the top in the most charming way. He didn’t want or didn’t have the time to shave, his week’s worth beard covering his checks and perfect jaw.

“When did you get back?” She asked and started the way out of the dormitories. He immediately followed by her side.

“The early hours of this morning. I was too spent to travel before today.” His arms were uncrossed now and one of his hands passed so close to hers that she felt the air’s movement.

“Shouldn’t you be resting?” The worry on her voice was too apparent and she noticed too late to fix it.

“They let a mender give me some help, then interrogated the shit out of me, then released me about one hour ago. Before you ask, I don’t know where they went. You probably has a better guess than me after whipping Violet’s memories.”

Imogen squeezed the handle of the dagger strapped to her thigh and breathed in slowly. Her memories were a mess and her feelings about those memories were worse. She was so angry at Xaden and even more angry with Bodhi for choosing to reach for more power after seeing the damage it did to Xaden. Fuck not wanting to rule, fuck if his powers could not counter venin, fuck vengeance. She lost Bodhi too and he was her yearmate, her partner growing up.

She chanced a look at Garrick’s face noticing the tension on his jaw, the hard look on his eyes. He lost his best friend too, even if Xaden still lived. He was here instead of being with them and she couldn’t understand why. Garrick always prioritised Xaden, even over himself so if he is here… Maybe it means that Xaden can’t be salvaged anymore. Or maybe he is somewhere that isn’t safe for those who are not venin. None of these thoughts helped with her motivation to get out of her bedroom. They made her want to recoil and never forming a bond to a leaving creature ever again.

“ Excuse me ?” Glane complained about her last thoughts.

“ I meant humans. ” Imogen clarified, lifting her shields enough to stop the emotion from Glane. She was shitty at dealing with anything else right now.

“I don’t want to know.” She commented, tucking a loose pink strand back in place. The color was waning and the shaved sides of her hair were growing, but she had zero energy to care now.

He side stepped her, turning toward the commons: “Mind if we have a bite before? I’m starving.”

“When are you not?” She replied, but turned with him. Of course she wouldn’t mind to have him fed. She could watch him each and everyday just to make sure he had enough to keep all those muscles strong. Not that she would tell him or anyone.

They arrived at the end of dinner time. Most of the tables were already empty or on the way to be. The few riders scattered around ate with theirs squads, laughing or mourning, sometimes both things. She sat at the usual table, fighting to ignore the spot Quinn usually sat, looking straight forward while Garrick got his food. She wouldn’t dishonour her squad by sitting anywhere else, even if they were not here now.

Garrick came back with two gigantic bowls of soup and a whole loaf of bread, still warm. He put one in front of her and left the table before she could complain, fetching two bottles of water and some cutlery.

“I’m not hungry.” Imogen shoved the bowl his direction.

“You better eat anyway because I will not have you whining afterwards that I just beat you ass because you haven’t eaten.” He countered, slicing the bread between them.

His words sparked her temper: “when have I ever whined on my entire life? You’re confusing me with your mares.”

“Will you forget that commentary someday?” He scratched his new beard, eyes darting between her face and the last slice he cut.

“You wish.” Imogen crossed her arms, looking him down her nose. She wished to forget that commentary too, to never know the girls Garrick took to his bed, to never see him flirt with anyone, but her wishes are not reality and fuck if that commentary didn’t hurt.

“Fine. You never whine and you’re as tough as a dragon.” He shoved her bowl back to her.

It was the expectation shining on his hazel eyes that had her dipping her spoon, telling herself that she could eat a little, just to keep him company. Her stomach, however, had different ideias and as soon as the first bite went all the day down, her belly growled ridiculously loud. Garrick refrained of commenting, luckily, but directed slice after slide of bread her way. She ended up eating more than her supposed half of the bread and the whole bowl, not that he seemed to mind. Glane was quiet again inside her mind, but in a different manner. In fact, she noticed that her fierce dragon had dozed off half way thru her meal, relief flooding the bond between them even as the dragon slept.

Imogen felt pleasantly full and decided to sharp one of her daggers when Garrick helped himself a second bowl. He slid her one of his and she snorted at his audacity, but ended up sharpening his dagger too. She was good at keeping blades lethal, what could she do? Besides, the only other person she ever saw handling Garrick’s blades was Xaden and she secretly enjoyed to participate in the exclusive club.

They moved to the gym right after, even if Garrick’s lazy steps already hinted on his after dinner disposition. Normally, the gym would be full at this time of the night, brimming with first years training with their squad leaders to improve their fighting techniques, but things were slower after the battle. The most severely wounded riders were mended, but many others were recovering from wounds or hunting venin or helping to rebuild different parts of their walls and roofs. Imogen would probably take part in manning the outposts soon again. But for now she was here. And Garrick was here. And the gym was deserted except for two third years from second wing sparing with long sword to the corner.

Garrick led her to the far side from them, removing his swords from his back and supporting them on a weapons rack.

“Want to throw some daggers until I don’t feel like I can explode after eating so much?” He suggested picking up the three he kept by his ribs. One recently sharpened by Imogen.

Her answer was to move to the center and throw the four daggers she had strapped to her in rapid succession. She wasn’t as good as Sorrengail, she could admit it inside her own head without hurting her pride, but she did a solid first throw hitting the human target two times at its chest, one at its head and one at its neck height, though a little too much to the right side. Meaning it would not be a fatal wound, but 3 out of 4 was good. Garrick threw his daggers, apparently targeting hers, and managed to knock one out of the target.

“What the hell?” Imogen complained, turning on him.

“New game. Try to knock one of mine off.” The idiot was smiling.

“It makes no sense. I want to hit venin, not another weapon.” She went to retrieve her daggers anyway.

“That’s why it’s called a game and not training. Don’t be a rule lover.”

“I’m a logic lover, excuse you.” She returned one of her daggers to its place, making their number even. The game wasn’t logical but Garrick had already knocked one of her daggers and the third year was competitive enough to refuse his victory.

She threw dagger after dagger, pursuing his with every breath inside her lungs. They were almost a match, but Imogen’s aim was one step above his and she had knocked five of his daggers off against his four. She only noticed that time had passed when the gym’s door slammed shut, the only pair of cadets besides them leaving for the night.

“Alright, I think I’m rested enough to start sparring.” Garrick said, noticing their solitude as well.

“Daggers or just fists?” The blonde asked, going to the target to retrieve the weapons. She felt lighter, her mind so focused on beating him for the last several minutes that it stopped pestering her with memories and darkness.

“Do you remember I just got mended, right? You’re dangerous enough with just fists.”

“Glad you admit it.” She muttered without turning so he would not see the soft smile his praise brought to her face. Imogen didn’t need his praise, she was a hell of a fighter and she was sure of her abilities, but the rare compliments still warmed a place inside her that cared about silly things like approval and feeling worth.

The weapons were set aside and Imogen pinned her hair more securely before facing Garrick on the mat. He was huge, more built and slightly taller than his best friend, with muscles upon muscles and long arms that secured a insane range of reaching. Sadly, he kept his sparing shirt, prieving Imogen from the vision of his ripped abs and sculpted chest. His eye spackled almost like he knew that she was taking notice of the shirt on and, in a change of heart, pulled it up, pilling the tissue beside the weapons.

“It’s not even hot in here.” She punctuated rolling her neck.

“It will be in a few minutes.” Garrick grabbed his forearm, stretching his arm to the side.

“Are the officers facing a shortage of clothing?” Her reply came in the middle of clasping her hands behind her back and opening the chest. She didn’t miss the way his gaze dipped to the V cleavage cut on her sparring shirt.

“I will refrain from commenting on how I could have stripped way more.” He actually winked when his eyes finally traveled back to her face, after an once over that brought flames to her blood.

“You just commented by saying you will not.” She should be annoyed, but it was kind of hard when she could see so much of his skin and he was unharmed and flirtatious.

Both of them finished their stretches as the proper fighters they were, but then the idiot crocked his finger at Imogen as if she was a clumsy first year and she was, of course, obligated to cut the crap and give him her worst.

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They were sweating all the water they drunk at dinner. A pleasant ache echoed inside her body from exertion, her muscles pumping with strength and heat, her heart beating faster to accommodate the needs of each movement Imogen threw at Garrick. She didn’t hold back, neither did him. They gave themselves to the fight completely, allowing the emotions and the hurt and the grief to pour way of their bodies in every punch and quick. She knew he went to look for her because he cared and wanted to provide a way for her to burn out her pain without talking. At the same time, she felt that he need to burn some of his own pain and grief as much too. He never talked about the weight he carried being Xaden’s right hand, the sacrifices he made, the priorities he had to follow, but she felt in every blow. Imogen was satisfied to be the one he looked for, the one who got to see him losing himself on the power of his body.

He held her kick against his hip and she was ready to throw her other leg in the direction of his face in a movement that felled both of them. He let her first leg go but rolled with the movement, trying to pin her down with his superior weight. She lost a precious second paying too much attention to the feeling of his hands on her waist, the sweat making his body glister. She slid a leg on his path the last moment, stopping him from pinning her but not managing to get the upper hand.

They rolled and kicked and crashed together, both knowing too much of the other’s fighting style to finalise effectively and none willing to give up. She was panting and her hair had lost its pin sometime ago and he used the second she had to take the hair out of her eyes to spin her around his body and surge on top. She punched his side, but he already got her other hand trapped on the mat by his. It was ridiculous how she could see nothing of her hand underneath his for a moment and then his fingers closed around hers, entwining them while putting his weight to the pinning so she couldn’t move.

Her eyes darted back to his face and everything inside her went taut and loose at the same time at the look he had. His eyes had darkened and his pupils were bigger than regular, with lips parted and breath ragged. He was staring straight at her mouth even while his other hand trapped hers against his side. She could claw at him, push her hips out of the ground, make him come closer and hit her forehead agains his nose. She could, but the heat inside her muscles started to pump for a whole different reason and the fight was leaking from her faster than her rational thoughts.

They had been here twice before. This moment when something could happen and change their relationship forever. The fist time was almost exactly like this one, Garrick pinning her down on the mat, staring at her with hungry eyes and a sexy bite of his lower lip, but he had pulled back after a cracking sound came from the other mat and he remembered they were not alone. The second, Imogen was on top, her boots crushing his hands, her dagger hovering the skin of his neck. She was the one to pull back when she felt her body get all wet and ready for him and the effect he could have on her body simply existing so close scared the shit out of her. Now they were alone and the only thing she was scared of was being alive while everyone she loved died.

The hand of his that was trapping hers on his side let go, coming down to catch that lock of hair on her eyes and tuck it behind her ear, his fingers barely brushing the skin of her face. As if he expected her to stop him, to throw some snarky commentary his way. If only he knew how speechless the gentle version of him left her. If only he knew how the softness spreading along the lines of his face as he stared at her made her heart clench and her hands tingle with the urge to reach for him. Very slowly, watching her reactions intensely, his hand drifted to cup her neck, thumb set right behind her ear. Was she ridiculous for enjoying the weight of his hand holding her neck? For setting back against his skin without a single contrary thought? Before she could elaborate to herself, the world started spinning.

Garrick rolled them, using his legs and the hand holding her neck to change positions. She was now atop of him, their joined hands against the mat, hers in position to pin him. He was still looking at her like she was some kind of goddess, capturing every detail of her face with his gaze. His thumb started slow circles above her pulse point and she worried that he could feel how affected she was. The blonde also noticed, with a understandable delay, that he was gifting her the choice of what would happen. From this position, the only thing Imogen needed to do was stand up and walk way. How would she walk away in legs that lost all strength and a core that seemed molten was a question she still had no answer for.

It would get awkward in a few moments. She should bend down and kiss him already, but fear spread along her veins when her brain jumped to the catastrophic consequences of losing Garrick if he didn’t want her like that. She would be all alone and they had danced around each other for years for a reason and she could be interpretating everything wrong and fuck if her body and heart weren’t leading her decisions the last minutes. The hand on hers squeezed and she blinked out of her worries.

“I want you. I understand if you don’t want me now or ever. But I do. I should have said that the moment you crossed the damn parapet and looked at me like you could murder me for leaving Aretia and not seeing you for a year.” His voice was low enough to show how intimate his words were. A confession only meant for her ears.

She just stared at him, stunned beside reaction for a moment. Imogen wanted to hear the line “I want you” for so long that it never seemed quite reachable. Her mind was completely blank. Luckily, her heart and body were ready to take over again and theirs lips connected on the next second.

Her whole body erupted with force of a vulcano at the touch of his soft, warm lips kissing her back hard. The hand at her nape pressured her down, bring her body flush against him. She had no control of her own hand, now following a trail up his arms, his shoulders, his chest. She wanted to touch every inch of skin avaible and she wanted now. Garrick parted his lips and invited her to deepen their kiss, biting her lower lip just this side of hurting, eliciting a gasp out of her. Their tongues were fighting the next second, exploring and licking and fusing together.

At some point, their entwined hands found Imogen’s back and she let go so he could grab a handful of her ass and push her against his body. She retaliated allowing her nails to scrap his abs between their bodies, leaving red tracks behind. Garrick hissed thru his teeth and his hips thrusted up, rubbing deliciously against her. His lips found her neck, mouthing the delicate skin, biting softly then using his tongue to increase the pleasure. She was rocking against his hardness, clutching his back and running her hands thru his hair. Starving for every single part of him now that she could have him.

Their mouths met again and she melted even more above him, letting her covered nipples scrap the hair on his chest, sucking his tongue so he imagined how wet and perfect it would feel on his dick.

“Fuck, Im.” He groaned breaking the kiss, resting his head back on the mat. She could feel his ragged breath squirming her mouth, the pressure of his hand squeezing her ass, the undeniable hardness between her legs.

She supported her weight on an elbow, staring him from so close she could count his lashes. “My intention exactly.” Her voice was sultry in a unfamiliar way.

Garrick’s eyes opened and he took her seriousness. The hand on her ass clenching and loosing once before he suggested: “Let’s slow things down a little.”

Her mind finally returned to its normal state, receiving his words with a hard hit. “Are you backing down?” She asked already sitting up, putting a welcome distance between their chests.

“Fuck no.” Garrick sat with her, sliding both hands to her hips and keeping her above him. “I just want you to have time to work things out, decide what you want from me, with me. You’re still grieving, Imogen. I don’t want to take any advantages.”

“As if you could take anything I wasn’t willing to give without losing your favorite appendage.” She crossed her arms, staring him deadly in his eyes, but the air filled her lungs again and the panic retreated.

“I’m trying to be respectful and it’s kind of a new thing for me, so be helpful.” There’s was a confuse tilt to his eyebrows, as if her response wasn’t what he expected.

“What the hell should I do to be helpful?” Imogen’s tone suggested the absurd of his request.

“Not seducing me when I’m trying to take care of you could be the first thing.” The corner of his lips tilted up, his eyes darting from her angry eyes to her swollen lips.

“I don’t need you to take care of me.” She argued even when his words spreaded a fuzzy feeling inside her chest.

“Then getting used to me taking care of you is a great second.” Garrick started to draw circles with his thumbs on her hips and fuck if it made dificult for her to compose a decent answer.

“That’s ridiculous.” Her attempt was half hearted at best.

“You better get used to feeling ridiculous too because that’s what people are in relationships. Look at Xaden and Viol-“

“Malek can collect my soul right now.” Imogen interrupted him because no one could stand their clingness, but she was fighting a smile because the word “relationship” had just registered.

Garrick enveloped her inside the cage of his arms, pulling her flush against him again while he murmured: “He can’t because I already called dibs on you.”

The shards of Imogen’s heart seemed a little less sharp with his arms around her and her face tucked safely on his neck.

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heavyiron · 3 months ago

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//OOC!!//

Human mcb oc rp blog!!

I'm a female and a she/her

The person who owns this account is a minor!

You can call me t!mun, or Tuna! But outside of this rp blog, it's tina

I'm mun of the rock crush rp blog @thedrillingmole and the sky gallop rp blog @thechivalrousskygallop

I'm not really heavy iron's adopted child, maybe outside of social media, but inside social media I'm heavy iron's adopted child.

My fandoms are

Metal cardbot

Transformers

Assasination classroom

Cookie run kingdom

Sky: children of light

The apothecary diaries.

Ect!

My favourite characters:

Heavy iron(mcb, and my one of my main faves)

Flame nova(mcb, also one of my main faves)

Concubine lishu(apothecary diaries)

Shockwave(transformers)

Korosensei (asc)

Sky gallop(mcb)

Blasttrain(mcb)

Rock crush(mcb)

Storm bringer cookie (crk)

Shining glitter cookie

I can talk about anything! I can listen to yapping! I also Yap sometimes so please don't mind it! Im particularly offline during school days from 8 to 4:30 in phst, I live in the Philippines!

I can basically Yap about heavy iron for hours at a time lmfao, that's how much I love him. (Platonic)

If you wanna ask me a question, go ahead! I don't mind as long as it isn't Innapropriate!

Huhuuuu IT'S SO EMBARRASSING TO MAKE AN MCB OC RP BLOG *cries*

RULES!!

No NSFW asks!! I'm a minor(15) and My Friends might get uncomfortable!! Don't submit NSFW or Innapropriate asks, if you do I will have to block you on both this account and the rock crush one!

I'm a very real person, please be patient because I might be very busy with school!

No shipping! Please don't ship metal cardbots with each other. I very much respect and understand your ships but it will feel like we are just shipping each other!

please Have fun! We rp blogs will answer your asks In character!

Do Not be mean! Please respect me and others!

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Full Name: Tina nukamara

Full FULL name.: Tina Celestine Viktoriya Seraphina Nukamara

gender: Female

Age: 14.

Height:4'11

Personality:nonchalant but can be kinda silly in rare occasions, but She sometimes act blunt and meanie(Like father like daughter)

Voice claim: mao mao from the apothecary diaries, Japanese dub.

Goes to the same school jun goes.

Aroace!!!

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Likes:

KITTIES AHHH

Arts.

Hot cup of cocoa

Sleeping.

Annoying heavy iron and black hook.

Vanilla ice cream

Sleeping.

Potatoes, every single potato dish.

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Dislikes:

Roaches. No please

Getting dirty.

People poking her.

STRANGERS.

Getting teased

Getting annoyed by heavy iron and black hook.

Not Getting woken up naturally

Getting annoyed by phalia

Getting her hair cut.

Funfacts abt her:

Best friends with phalia and Lynn!

She doesn't smile that often.

Her family is richy rich. So she mostly pays when heavy iron needs fuel(She has her biological fathers credit card.)

WILL bicker with phalia(black hook's adopted daughter) , everyday. Like their fathers do. And 5 minutes later phalia will pick tina up and walk to the opposite direction.

Will draw silly doodles on everybody sleeping once given a permanent or whiteboard marker.

Will probably buy ice cream for everybody.

Does not care when everybody gets thrown away by red blitz, she knows they gonna come back, but she got kinda lonely without her father, And got kinda sad and Became slightly Sad for the whole s2 of mcb

Sometimes talks in Old english.

Don't even try to cut Tina's hair. She cares very deeply to her hair. Cut a strand and she'll jump out of the window.😭

Her hair Tangles the worst in the morning

Complete opposites with phalia because:

Phalia is tall and she's shortass.

Her eyes can be seen From a mile away(yellow pupils that do NOT match with her hair. She hates it very much)

She dyed her hair red, just to Match with heavy iron.

Tina did reunite with her parents, but she insisted on staying with heavy iron. Her parents eventually let her be with jun. But not without them giving her multiple credit cards and dumping a MASSIVE Amount of money in them.

Sleeps in the most luxurious silk robe you have ever seen lmao

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(This happened like In episode 10 mcb s1) Tina was adopted(stolen) by heavy iron, She Got lost In the streets looking for her mother. She eventually wandered around a scrapyard(where heavy iron resides for 8 episodes). She saw a semi truck, just standing there, unmoving. Was it abandoned? Not sure. She Walked over. And waved at it's window shield. "Hello??.". And a voice suddenly Came out of the semi itself. " Go away.".and suddenly woah. Eyes popped up on the window shield. Tina shrieked before calming down. "Who are you???" Tina Questioned him. Heavy iron was ignoring her. But Tina keeps asking the same question, for like 20 minutes. Before heavy iron gave in and gave her an answer, "I am heavy iron, the strongest metal cardbot In the universe!". Tina just stared at him and said "That's cringe. anyways, what are metal cardbots?". And heavy iron answers her question. After a while they sometimes hang out with each other. And sometimes bicker, heavy iron kinda became a father figure.

(This takes place Ep 18) Black hook appears and is looking for his star crown stolen by heavy iron. Tina quickly ran in hiding, peeked out and saw some humans. One with green hair, one with pink hair, one with brown hair, one with blue hair and a grown man... Ah. She recognized them. It's jun, crest, Anna, and Theo, She saw them in her school. She saw as Heavy iron and Black hook fight with each other. She narrowed her eyes as 2 robots like heavy iron appeared, a blue one and a purple one. She saw a Medal on the blue ones head. Oh so he's a star guardian? Heavy iron sometimes gives facts, Scary or not, to her when she's hanging out with him and star guardians are one of the facts. Tina looked up and saw a Purple haired girl, phalia, and before she could react, she was pounced on immediately by phalia, and they kinda began a childish fight. After the fight of both the childish and the main one, heavy iron decides to leave the scrap yard(not without bringing Tina) and begin his experiment. Making earth into a place metal cardbots will live. (He forgot humans can't live without an atmosphere ah, imagine.)

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

She's not in ep 25 and 26 because, dangerous. And She's just chilling near an ice cream shop eating vanilla ice cream or sum thing. And watching as a purple helicopter gets shot down by her adoptive father's rays. But after heavy iron's defeat she appears. Just joining in cleaning the warehouse.

Relationship charts

S2 characters coming soon

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Cannon mcb characters you can interact with!

Blue Cop - @blue-policerobot ⏤͟͟͞͞✹

Mega Trucker - @thelatinodancerbot ⏤͟͟͞͞▣

Mega Ambler - @unlicensedmedicalcardbot ⏤͟͟͞͞✯

Phoenix Fire - @safety-fir3-y43h ⏤͟͟͞͞❋

Shadow X - @shadowx-ishere1 ⏤͟͟͞͞★

Dexter - @k1ttykatwhisperer ⏤͟͟͞͞✹

Fleta Z - @gracefulbountyhunter ⏤͟͟͞͞✽

Buffalo - @themilkywayofficial ⏤͟͟͞͞☆

Busty gaylon - @buster-gallon ⏤͟͟͞͞✢

Black Hook - @capta1nstreasure ⏤͟͟͞͞❃

Aboeji - @heavyironsbasement ⏤͟͟͞͞

S2 cardbots

Red Blitz - @the-crimson-flash ⏤͟͟͞͞✬

Cielo - @sky-champion ⏤͟͟͞͞☁︎

Musclehyde - @the-steelarm-reporter

Rock Crush - @thedrillingmole ⏤͟͟͞͞❆

Deep Bite - @thefriendlyshark ⏤͟͟͞͞✰

Sky gallop - @thechivalrousskygallop ⏤͟͟͞͞🪽

Blast Train - @b1asttrain ⏤͟͟͞͞◆

Flash Vector - @plebec-invisk8r⏤͟͟͞͞✧

Sparkbit - @ex0tic-r4cer ⏤͟͟͞͞✿

Thy overcooked, badge-wearing barbecue lighter of ego and failure, flame nova- @flamen0va ⏤͟͟͞͞✮

Non canon mcb characters you can interact with!

ShellShocked - @shell-shock-ed ⏤͟͟͞͞✰

Record Scratches - @record-scratches ⏤͟͟͞͞☆

Vagabund - @vagabund-rp ⏤͟͟͞͞✪

Yellow Jacket - @askyellowjacket ⏤͟͟͞͞٭

Lavender Aegis - @da-lavender-sniper⏤͟͟͞͞✿

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Canon humans

Jun grant - @sillyjungrant ⏤͟͟͞͞🜲

Additional humans outside of canon!!

Tina - @heavyiron (you are here!) ⏤͟͟͞͞♡

Phalia - @peppermintpez ⏤͟͟͞͞❀

Lynn - @hush3d-wr1ter

Planet..? God..?

Deus machina - @planetmachina..

Well, thank you for looking at my Blog, Have a great day.

#/mcb rp blog/#heavy iron #//mcb oc rp blog//#metal cardbot #//tina answers//#ahh #extremely embarrassing to make an oc rp blog

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dronebiscuitbat · 10 months ago

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Oil is Thicker the Blood (Part 60)

All she could see was the blurry grey of the bunker walls, her arms and legs moving without her input in a four limbed gallop across the floor of the bunker, all attempts to stop herself lead to such agonizing pain that she'd had to give up the fight for control.

Her tail cracked like a whip behind her, extending her spines as it looked around behind her and ahead of her. It was still early… people were still in their homes asleep, or getting ready to go to work.

Drool pooled out of her mouth as she stopped for a moment, the solver symbol across the whole of her visor, her audio receptors tuned to catch the smallest noise a drone could make.

Need food, can't stop, need food.

Disjointed thoughts entered her head while her consciousness took a back seat, only being able to watch from behind her visor as her body lept up into the ventilation system like a cat into a tree.

She sniffed, picking up the scent of dust that caused her to sneeze before shaking her head, she moved through the vents quickly, until she was able to hear a noise.

“And like… he was being so stupid I just had to tell him!” It was Lizzy’s voice, muffled slightly by how high up she was, and she growled softly before another voice graced her ears.

“I dunno Liz, Thad was just trying to be helpful… in his own dumb way.” It was V, and Uzi peered down from the vents with her head cocked.

Lizzy was laying on the bed, V was behind her, braiding her long hair, her tail coiled around Lizzy’s leg. Uzi sniffed.

Oil and old parchment, that was V. Marked as a packmate in her systems. The accompanied scent of cherries and coolant had to be Lizzy… also marked as a packmate, affiliated as V's mate. She huffed and moved on.

It was strange, being a passenger in your own body, even stranger was registering thoughts that didn't seem to come from her, she wasn't even aware of a ‘packmate’ system until her… body? solver possessed self? went through and checked it.

There were definitely thought processes happening though, a method. Not just a feral, all consuming killing spree.

More voices…

“Sorry… I'm not interested.”

“Aww come on…”

“No. Chloe.”

Thad, that was a voice she recognized, checking through her system again, she was half-surprised to find he was listed as a packmate as well. But the other one… the other one definitely wasn't.

“You assaulted one of my freinds, I'm not going with you to a party.” Thad's voice was firm and slightly irritated, a scent of fresh grass and machine grease hit her, yup… definitely Thad, he even had to smell athletic.

“Ugh. Fine… you're no fun.”

“Not sure we have the same definition of fun.” He replied harshly, they were right outside Thad's apartment, peering down out of the vent, he had a backpack slung over his shoulder, clearly about to head to school.

Chloe just scoffed and began to walk away, throwing her head back in a classic, mean girl fashion, Thad just rolled his eyes and started to walk in another direction, grumbling something about “not getting enough sleep for this.”

Uzi crept through the vents, following Chloe as she walked through the halls, she had school too though… so where was she going?

Her body didn't seem to care though, [Target Found] displayed on her screen and she gave a manic grin as she stalked her prey, waiting for the perfect moment…

Finally, she stopped in a section of poorly lit bunker, leaning on a section of wall while looking down at her phone, tapping away.

And that's when she dropped from the ceiling, landing silently to the left of her, in the darkest area of the hall, Chloe didn't even look up, just continued to look down at her phone.

Then, in the next second, with a flick of her tail. Chloe was pinned to the wall by a dozen sharp spines, a screech leaving her as the phone tumbled out of her hands and she was slammed into the steel wall with a resounding bang.

Her breath picked up as she looked at her attacker, a tail coming up to wrap around her wrists and trap her arms above her head, Uzi's breath was hot, coming out in puffs of steam that brushed Chloe's face, her mouth open and saliva dripping off her glistening fangs and onto the floor.

“Oh shit-oh shit! Uzi?! Fuck- I, I'll leave N alone! Is that what this is about?” She thrashed a bit, the spines digging her clothing into the wall, but she was completely trapped.

“L-let me go!” Uzi grew closer, a twisted smile on her face as a long, grey tongue exited her mouth, Chloe's eyes went hollow at she caught a good look at her open maw, gulping.

Within, Uzi was cackling, of all the drones to get in her way when she wasn't in control, it was this bitch. Part of her didn't even really feel bad about it either… another part didn't actually want to kill her, but if it had to be anyone…

Her maw went in closer to her neck, causing her chosen victim to squirm in fear, she was so close now, another swift movement and-

Something big and heavy grabbed her from behind, causing an animalistic yelp to escape her as she was pulled off her prey. She growled and kicked as Chloe ripped herself off the wall and got away. She whipped around, ready to sink her teeth into whoever had interrupted her hunt.

She came face to face with gold.

‘Serial Destination N; Mate, Packmate, Leader.’ came up in her systems and her body immediately retracted her claws and snapped her mouth shut, it whimpered, curling in on itself.

“It's okay, it's okay… here.” He pushed something in her direction, and a breif sniff reveled it was an entire roll of pure titanium, her body lept for it, taking a huge chunk out of it and purring softly.

N stroked her back in the middle of the hallway as she took more bites of it, tearing into it like some wild dog, he moved more things in her direction, a brick of silicone, and a ball of rubber.

As she ate, the solver symbol flickered out and replaced with her purple eyelights, though she didn't stop eating… she was too hungry for that.

She didn't know where N had gotten these, and she didn't know how he knew this was what she needed, but as she put the last peice of rubber in her mouth she sighed, the hunger satiated for the first time since it had started

She looked up at N after there wasn't a speck of raw material left, processing what the hell just happened.

She'd lost control… again. And this time she had nearly killed someone. Sure, it was Chloe, but it could have easily been someone else.

“N…” She started, but he stopped her by scooping her up and placing a kiss on the side of her head.

“Don't… you're okay. You didn't kill anyone, and I can go get more if you get hungry again.” He nuzzled her cheek and she found herself too tired to argue, a mixture of her bodies physical activity and the sudden intake of material.

“I'll take us home. And I think we need to do another scan, I have… a theory.”

“You have a theory? Did we switch places?” She teased, unable to help herself, he hummed, smiling slightly.

“I do have moments.”

When they got back to the apartment, N laid her on the bed gently, and Uzi was beginning to get used to being carried around…

N cleared the data on the scanner and held it over her midsection, letting it re-map the area over several minutes, and with it, what he was looking for.

The small ball of mass that had been there before was now slightly larger, and now the shape of a bean. The scanner was able to pick up what it was made of.

Silicone and rubber, trace amounts of titanium. There was a forth substance marked with a ‘???’, but that was less important. He gave Uzi a wary smile as he showed her the image.

“I think… that's why you're so hungry.”

#murder drones #uzi doorman #serial designation n #nuzi #biscuitbites #oil is thicker then blood #tera doorman #uzi gets her first meal

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yume-writes · 3 months ago

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MCB x TFP Idea: Since I headcanon that Sky Gallop and Blastrain are Fleta Z's Carrier and Sire that divorced after Fleta became a bounty hunter to escape the stifling treatment of his Carrier, I really wonder how the reunion would go.

MCB x TFP crossover

I'll apologize beforehand, I haven't seen the episodes these characters are in (especially in Sky Gallop's case) so they may act a bit occ, but I'll try my best!!!

And before I start I have to say you can really see Sky Gallop and Blastrain's influence on Fleta Z, especially in his gentlemanly gestures

I'm going to put this during the Blue Rouge Arc (Credit to : @/hkgcsecondsblog) So this reunion will take place after Fleta Z has left the bots with Anna

Fleta Z is currently in a tough place, after all the events, Megatron kidnapping Blue Cop, Shockwave's experiments on Shadow X and Mega Trucker, Blue Cop and Jun's experiences with MECH, all of these have taken a toll on him. He takes Anna and himself away from the bots to get away from the chaos and get some peace for once. Once while flying in the sky he notices another plane following close behind him

He's cautious at first, not immediately recognizing it due to how long it's been since he's seen them, but the moment he does he's shocked. What is she doing here!? In this universe?! He lands on the ground and Sky Gallop follows. They both transform and Fleta Z puts himself between Sky Gallop and Anna. He's not too sure on what Sky Gallop's plans are anymore. It has been a while since he's seen his carrier and they didn't exactly part on good terms

Sure, Sky Gallop was a good carrier. Making sure he lived and encouraging his interests, but it was too much sometimes. He'd call her a kind of helicopter parent, he heard the kids use that term before and he found it fit. Every moment of the cycle she wanted to know what he was doing and where he was. She did love him, he knows that, but it never felt like it. Soon more and more arguments broke out and Fleta Z rebelled against her. He became a bounty hunter, a job he was more than good at to escape her

The last time they talked it was over his profession. She didn't like that he was doing that, she wanted him to stop. She demanded he stop. But by this point Fleta Z didn't want to listen, so many times her concern and love felt suffocating and he was through with it. His sire, Blastrain, tried to be a pacemaker between the two, but it was no use. After he left, they divorced Sky Gallop blaming Blastrain for encouraging his wandering which lead to the bounty hunting

And now here they were, in another universe and living new lives apart from one another. What would she do? Sky Gallop for her part looked shocked that Fleta Z was there. When she was brought to this universe she had only seen the bots she came with, Sparkbeat and Flashvector. She never thought she would see her sparkling again especially in this situation. At first she thought she was dreaming, but she could never forget her child, no matter how much time has past

She steps forward and held servo out as she questions, "Fleta Z?" Softly, not quite believing her optics. Fleta Z gives a tense nod and questions back, "What do you want Sky Gallop and why are you here" hardly. Anna looks between the two, confused on who the new bot was and how he knew her. "I, I don't know how I got here, but that doesn't matter. Why are you here?" Turning the question back and not answering the other, she takes in the sight of him

He looks tired, that's what she sees first. 'What happened' She wonders. And then she sees the girl, narrowing her optics at her. 'Why is a human girl with him? We aren't near any cities or towns, so why did he bring her?' Sky Gallop is pulled from her thoughts as Fleta Z responds, "I suppose we are similar in that regard, I have not an idea on how I ended up here." Fleta Z relaxed a bit, Sky Gallop seemed calm

Seeing this Sky Gallop takes a chance and moves a bit closer, still keeping her distance. "While that is concerning, seeing you after so long is much more important to me." She confessed. "Fleta Z," A voice whispered, he almost forgot Anna, "How do you know her?" She whispered as she stared at Sky Gallop from the corner of her eye. Before he could answer, the other bot intervened. "I am his carrier and who are you?" She answered, focusing her attention on Anna

Fleta Z tensed at this and drew Anna back a bit. Sky Gallop noticed, " Why are you so tense Fleta? Do you not trust me?" Fleta Z scoffed, the previous emotions he bottled up from the latest events in this world getting to him. "Why should I? After our last 'talk' I thought you wanted nothing to do with me." She flinched at that, remembering her words. Her anger in the moment had gotten to her and she had let out some things she regrets

"I apologize Fleta, I promise you I never meant to say that." Fleta Z glanced away for a moment before looking back, hardening his gaze. "Are you truly sorry or are you just sorry for letting me know your true feelings?" Sky Gallop looked taken back by that, "Fleta, those weren't my tru-" "They weren't!?" He interrupted, "Your actions spoke much louder than any words, carrier!" He hissed

Sky Gallop flinched back at that, standing still for a moment before putting a foot forward with a look of irritation across her face. "My actions were to keep you safe! I never meant to make you feel like you weren't loved." She evenly spoke. And Fleta Z knew that, but love can mean nothing without understanding. And she never truly understood him

"You," He pointed a digit at her, "kept me locked up! The only times I felt free was when my sire took me out to drive alongside me as I flew!" Fleta Z spat at her. "You didn't do anything for me." He finished

His carrier looked at him in displeasure, she didn't say anything, afraid of what she'd say if she did. She did everything for him, everything and he went to become a bounty hunter. Putting himself in untold amounts of danger. How? How could her love be considered nothing to him?

The two stared at each other, waiting for one to break. But it was instead broken by the forgotten spectator, Anna. "Fleta Z!" She yelled, startling the two bots. "Don't you remember? We need to find Blue Cop, yeah!?" She questioned, staring intently at him. He took the hint, "Yes Anna, you're right. Thank you for reminding me, it honestly slipped my mind." He turned his gaze to Sky Gallop

"If you excuse me, I do have places to be. I am quite a busy mech." He said, turning around and taking flight. "Fleta-" Her words were cut off as the two took to the sky, her arm outstretched towards them. She didn't follow, she stared until he became nothing but a speck in the sky. She let her arm fall as she stared at the ground

What had happened between the two, what had happened to her sparkling in this world, who was the girl, and could their relationship be fixed? Thoughts like these swarmed her mind, but she wouldn't get an answer

Ok, so I honestly never meant for this to be a short fic, but then I had ideas and it went out of my hands. This is technically my first fic, so it's not that good. Also it's around 10:30 pm by this point so I blame any mistakes on my tiredness. Have a good night!!!

#metal cardbot #메탈카드봇 #mcb #transformers #tfp #transformers prime #tf #mcb x tfp #yume asks #the blue Rouge Arc #mcb sky gallop #sky Gallop #fleta z #mcb fleta z #mcb anna #anna mcb

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polo-drone-039 · 5 months ago

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Rising on victory wings - A successful Transformation

The rain was heavy that night on the training ground of the Gold Team. The boys, a pile of young and quick muscles, trained hard as always giving body and soul.

But that night, the legs of Xavier, the newest member of the team, weren’t working at all. He was doing his best, sure, but something outside and inside of him wasn’t working for the best.

On the field, GoldenHerc and Brody were carefully observing the training and is the situation had not escaped the attentive eye of GoldenHerc "He’s a good player but he still lacks something. He seems stuck ��, he said, looking in front of him without turning away from the field. Brody nods thoughtfully.

- “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?"

- “You know me too well, bro”

- “Will the mate do it?”

- “We'll soon find out!”

GoldenHerc with a nod of the head calls Daniel “When you’re done, take Xavier to the old shed”.

After the training, the team head to the locker room for a well-deserved hot shower and some relaxation.

Daniel approaches Xavier, puts his arm kindly on a shoulder "C’mon bro, not us. We have other plans tonight".

They leave the field and head for Daniel’s Yamaha R1. A black one, obviously. "Get up, activate the drone mode". Still puzzled, Xavier obeys, on the other hand he knows that Daniel, now PDU-016, doesn’t like many questions. The shiny polo and black leather pants take the place of the golden uniform, the mask covers his face and takes place behind 016.

“Hang on tightly”, 016 a second before accelerating and launching the bike at full throttle.

Xavier, or rather 039 grabs his hips and is attached to his muscular back. The speed, adrenaline and two bodies, caused in 039 an intense excitement. The tight pants could not hide his massive packet growing and pushing against 016’s ass.

016 in a satisfied smirk accelerates further.

After having traveled miles through the woods, 016 stops the bike in the middle of nowhere. They get off, taking off the helmets “Have you enjoyed the race?” 016, gripping 039's large bulge. ”Affirmative, but where are we ?”.

“You’ll see, follow me” says 016, lighting up a cigarette.

They go down the path in front of them until they reach a wooden hut. A light inside was the only source of light nearby and smoke was coming out of the fireplace.

016 knocks firmly at the door. "enter" a voice from inside the house.

The two enter, in the middle of the room a fire is lit and an old shaman is animating the fire.

“Thanks old friend. The bro seems to need your help”.

“I was waiting for you, sit down”

The two take their seats, the old man takes a pipe and takes two intense and relaxed shots. The smoke coming out of his mouth is thick, white with golden reflections. He gives the pipe to 039 who performs the gesture, coughing convulsively. He Tried again, better!

“Now stay calm, relax, practice your drone training and wait for the spirits to talk to you”.

His sight was lost, looking into the hypnotic dancing flames. His head was spinning, the whole room was spinning to be honest. The darkness, and suddenly a starry sky, vorticose galaxies open in front of 039. He felt like he was floating in the universe in a feeling of peace.

The old man takes another breath of pipe and the smoke wraps 039’s face.

In the mesmerizing world of 039 a golden cloud takes shape in front of him, a winged-horse galloping straight towards him. It’s charging him, 039 would like to run away but his muscles don’t respond, he can only look helpless. The great stallion comes closer and closer, crosses it, enters his nostrils, eyes and every possible hole. Now his body is stiff, pervaded by a sensation of pleasure never experienced before. 039 feels his body transform, his pumped muscles grow, possessed by a cosmic energy that can’t be contained. A beam of golden light explodes and comes out from the mouth and eyes.

I am Vince, the spirit of these places, now we are one, abandoned to your transformation, accept your nature and allow my power to enter into your being. We will do great things together.

“In hoc nome vinces” (With this name you will win) roars a deep otherworldly voice.

On the forehead, as if it was marked with fire appears for a moment the golden inscription “Vince”.

His body, the one of flesh and bones, at first taken by convulsions suddenly calms down.

The black polo is now covered with a golden light that never before had been so bright and dazzling exalting its swollen muscles, the blood that visibly swells the veins of the forearms.

039, now again Xavier, opens his eyes and the dazzling golden light in his eyes fades away leaving space for his black eyes.

Shaking his head ,dazed as if awakened from a long sleep “Hey bro, what’s happened ? “

“It happened that you finally let the power of gold enter into you and came out stronger than before”

“And now let’s go win! ”

------------------------------------------------------------------------------@polo-drone-016

Ready to join the Team? All you need to do is contact our recruiters: @goldenherc9, or @polo-drone-001

#Gold #Join the golden team #Golden Opportunities #Golden Brotherhood #Polo Drone #Polodrone #PDU #Polo Drone Hive #Rubber Polo #rubberdrone #Join the Polo Drones #assimilation #conversion #drone #dronification #mind control

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thescarletnargacuga · 8 months ago

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IT'S ME AGAIN! BACK AT IT AGAIN WITH ANOTHER KINGDOM AU REQUEST!

Could you do one where Pomni gets kidnapped by the gummi bandits and taken to the dark lands where the Ether dragon (sun and moon) is? And then have Caine come in to rescue her?

And have a romantic ending? 👀👀👀

ALSO BUBBLE TRANSFORMING INTO A HORSE BECAUSE CAINE NEEDS A NOBLE STEED HEHEHE

A/N: a classic fairytale setup, I like it!

MY HERO

A KINGDOM AU SHOWTIME ONESHOT

AU credit @allisonraeyt @tadk-ask-blog

WARNING: fantasy action

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Pomni felt dizzy as she slowly came to consciousness. The world was still dark when she opened her eyes. She tried to move. Only to find that her hands and ankles were tied. She let out a gasp and her voice was muffled by the rag tied around her mouth. Her heart started to race and she struggled against her bonds.

Torch light blinded her against the night when the bag over her head was violently ripped away. "Knock it off!" A gruff voice barked in her face. Pomni flinched away and froze in place, breathing heavily against the gag. "Cooperate, and you won't get hurt. Understand?"

Pomni had no idea where she was other than some cave. It smelled dank and reeked of animal filth. Three anthropomorphic gators stood over her. The largest held a bright burning torch that lit the whole cavern.

"Boss," The smallest of the three gators spoke. "When is the dragon gonna be here? The longer she's with us, the more likely-"

"Shut it. They'll be here when they get here. The amount of gold from their hoard they're offering for her will be worth the wait." The largest gator pointed a jagged knife in Pomni's face. "And once you're no longer our problem, you can scream and struggle all you want. No one gets past the Ether Dragon."

Gangle knocked on Pomni's door not long after sun up. "Princess? Are you awake?" The bedroom was silent, so she opened the door carefully. "Princess Pomni? I'm terribly sorry to-" The room was completely upturned. "Skies above! Guards! GUARDS!! PRINCESS POMNI HAS BEEN KIDNAPPED!! GET PRINCE CAINE!!"

Not even a minute later, Prince Caine rushed into the bedroom. He was just as taken aback as Gangle was on first entering. "What...!? How did this happen!? Did none of the patrols hear anything!?" He roared at the guards that followed him.

"No, my liege. We had no reason to believe anything was amiss." One guard answered quickly.

Pink magic glowed along the edge of Caine's pupils. His mystic sight scanned the room. The room was a mess, but jewelry and expensive silks were still there. Pomni fought back. She had to have cried for help.

There was a strange aura to the room. He could feel it. He kicked aside a broken drawer to find the source. A piece of scroll parchment covered runic symbols was stuck to the floor. "A silencing seal. That explains why no one heard her, and tells me they don't have natural magic."

He went to the open window. It was a long drop from her bedroom. Claw marks scratch the strong stone wall. "Strong enough to climb several stories without rope." Caine commented to himself. At the bottom of the tower, something glistened.

Caine vaulted out the window, much to the shock of everyone else in the room. He let himself freefall most of the way down before teleporting short range to the ground. He knelt down to inspect the shining magic only he could see. A single drop of water, sparkling on a single blade of grass.

"A tear!" Caine elated. "Well done, Pomni!" He looked ahead and saw another shining tear in the distance. Caine whistled loudly and Bubble flew to him as quick as a lark. "I need you to be my wings! The princess is in danger!"

"Right away, your majesty!" The tiny voice of the bird shapeshifted into something much larger and more regal. A pegasus. His bright white coat shined in the morning sun as he pawed the ground, eager for take off.

Caine mounted bareback, no time to saddle up. "Ya!"

Bubble reared, flaring his wings and galloped into take off. His powerful wings putting distance between him and the ground quickly.

Caine watched for tears on the ground, steering Bubble to follow. "I'm coming, Pomni."

Pomni wiped her cheek on her shoulder. Her face was still wet with tears. She hoped the spell Caine taught her worked, even when they knocked her out. She and her three captors sat in silence for a long time before a booming echo came from the entrance. Something huge landed at the entrance to the cave.

With each rumbling footfall, Pomni lost more and more hope that it was Prince Caine. From the dark emerged a two headed, dark blue and bright gold dragon. Its colors split down the middle like the horizon at twilight. The golden head glared down at the group. The dark blue head gazed down with indifference.

"We got your prize. Hand over the gold and we'll be on our way." The leader of the three bandits boldly states to the Ether Dragon.

"Stifle your arrogant tone, mortal. Or I will burn it away." The eyes of the golden head flared like stoked flames.

The two meeker bandits backed up. The leader stood steadfast. "This mortal successfully stole from the High Prince himself. I have every right to be arrogant, but we're not here for me. You want to Princess? Hand over the reward."

The golden head huffed angrily, but remained silent when the dark blue head looked at her. The blue half clutched a large chest and set it down in front of the bandits. "As honored."

The lead bandit kicked open the chest. It was full of treasure from the dragon's horde. He gestures to his lackies to bring Pomni forward. "She's all yours. Pleasure doing business with you."

Pomni fought the grip of the bandits, doing everything in her power to stay out of the dragon's clutches. She screamed against the gag as the clawed hand of the golden dragon reached for her.

A pink bolt streaked through the air and exploded on impact against the scaled hide of the dragon's claw. The Ether Dragon roared in pain and turned to the entrance of the cave to see a winged horse and rider swooping into the cavern.

"UNHAND HER!!" Caine held up a shining silver sword, blazing magenta with magic.

With all attention on Caine, Pomni headbutted the bandit lacky next to her. He doubled over and dropped his knife. She awkwardly hopped over and managed to get a hold of it. She struggled to try to cut her wrist bindings as the cave shook with the movements of the huge dragon.

The golden head immediately shot a stream of bright orange fire that heated the whole cavern. The blue head tried reaching for Pomni again.

Bubble flew forward bravely headlong into the wall of fire. Caine pointed his sword straight ahead and a powerful beam of pink magic split the dragon's fire.

Pomni barely dove out the way in time to avoid the pearly white fangs of the blue dragon head snapping at her. Her ankle bindings held tight but she was making progress on freeing her wrists. She squirmed away as fast as she could out of reach of the reaching dragon head.

"Foul light bringer." The dark blue head bared its fangs, unable to reach further without the cooperation of its more temperamental half.

The bandits sheltered in place the best they could. The packed treasure chest was too heavy to move quickly and they were staying out of this fight.

The golden head roared and snapped its jaws at Caine as he flew into range. Caine lashed his sword and pink magic flared out in a wave, slicing into the dragon's face. Both heads felt the pain, and the dark blue head turned to fight Caine as well.

Caine was waiting for that. He has Bubble swoop down and he reached out for Pomni. Pomni had just got her wrists free and dropped the knife and rope as she reached out for Caine with both hands. Caine grabs her wrist and hoists her up in his lap on Bubble's back.

Bubble double timed it out of the cave. Both dragon heads roared as the dragon gave chase. Once outside, the massive wings folded to the dragon's sides unfurl and the Ether Dragon takes to the skies. Both heads release a breath attack, orange fire and light blue lightning merge to create an overpowered blast of elemental energy.

Caine held his sword out vertically behind him and shielded Pomni with his body as the energy hit the sword's defensive aura. Fire and lightning blazed around them with terrible force. Bubble's wings were singed but he kept flying as fast as he could.

Caine's eyes went completely pink as he whispered to his sword. The sword sang with a metallic ring and he threw it. The sword flew like a guided missile and sliced through one of the dragon's wings multiple times. The dragon rapidly lost altitude, despite its best efforts to stay in the air.

The sword boomeranged around to Caine's open hand. He blinked the light like from his eyes as he watched the Ether Dragon crash-land on a hillside, roaring furiously.

Caine tapped the rope around Pomni's ankles with his sword and the binds disintegrated. Things were finally calm enough for Pomni to pull off the gag in her mouth. "Blegh!" Her mouth felt horribly dry, so instead of speaking, she buried her face in his chest in a right hug.

Caine snapped away his sword and hugged Pomni back. "Thank the stars you're okay."

Pomni looked up, tears of overjoyed relief walked in her eyes. Caine gently caressed her cheek. "The tears shall lead you to the Kingdom. I'm proud of you for remembering."

"I had a good teacher." Pomni said quietly.

The three gators bandits. Slowly carrying their massive box of loot, the smallest makes conversation. "Why didn't the Ether Dragon steal Pni themselves? Aren't they super powerful?"

The other lacky answered. "The castle has special defences just for ol' two face. They can't get close, but even if they could, they're massive! Caine would see them coming miles away and he's quite powerful himself. He's High Prince for a reason."

"Oh."

They stop when the ground starts shaking out of nowhere. It's not until they look behind them, they see the massive enraged Ether Dragon sprinting right at them.

"No Princess. No deal." Stated the blue head.

"I'M GOING TO DESTROY YOU FOOLS!! YOU LED HIM RIGHT TO US!!" Screamed the gold.

#the amazing digital circus #tadc #tadc caine #tadc fanfiction #tadc pomni #tadc showtime #tadc gangle #tadc gummy gang #tadc sun #tadc moon #the amazing digital kingdom #kindom au #fantasy au #fantasy action

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swagammemnon · 1 year ago

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Caught in Honey

Chp 1 | Next

Am I feral over these men? Yes. Feral enough to write a fic in the most disgusting PoV? Also yes. Here are the warnings; more to come as I add chapters. Basically, the premise is you and John are together, you used to be with Simon, but you don't know Simon is one of John's subordinates. Filth and fun ensue.

The keys jangle deafeningly in your lock, hurting the ears that had been subject to the endless pitiful howls of a golden retriever who’d been spayed today. That on top of the grimy sensation on your hands from your last three appointments of the day being crusty, old, white dogs with crocodile tear stains. Despite your exhaustion as you tumble through your doorway, you notice your elderly cat is not in his typical post on the keys table by the front door. Notice that something in your renovated penthouse apartment is… off.

Slipping off your shoes, you quietly pull out the flashlight taser your boyfriend had gifted you a mere month after you started dating. When you protested, you live in the suburbs for goodness’ sake, he’d replied in that deliciously gravely accent of his, It’s this or I assign a military escort when I’m away, love. So, you’d taken it, rolling your eyes because you knew you’d never be able to win against him on this particular subject. This was the first time you’ve ever reached for it.

Tiptoeing down the entry hall to your open floor plan kitchen and living space, you frown as you spot steaming pots on your stove, your cat happily sat at his filled food dish, munching away. Unbothered furball.

You nearly scream as huge arms ensnare your waist, bag falling to the floor as you’re lifted from the ground.

But then a rough beard, familiar and ticklish, scratches along the shell of your ear. Your stomach flipping over itself.

“Got you,” comes the familiar growl.

“John!” you nearly squeal, wiggling until he sets you on your feet so you can turn. The moment you do, his lips are on yours, consuming your entire reality. Molten heat pouring from this bear of a man into mouth, invading your veins, melting you into his arms. Your heart immediately skips a beat, galloping faster as you feel the heady crush of his arms around you. Snaking your arms around his neck, you let yourself dissolve, a welcome end to a long, grating day. Between breaths, on swollen lips, you whisper, “You didn’t tell me you were back. I would’ve made you something–”

“None o’ that, love. ‘S my job to take care o’ ya,” he grumbles, chasing your lips for more. More heat, more fire.

Still, the guilt twists in your tummy. Yes, you’ve just finished your fourth of four ten hour shifts this week, but John… he’s in far more danger than you could ever imagine, risking his life on adrenal squeezing, back breaking missions. Only to come home and cook you dinner… feed you cat .

“But–” you murmur, setting the flashlight on your counter so you can fist the soft cotton of his dark t-shirt. He’s freshly showered too, smelling of moss, tonka and sandalwood. The scent slides shackles around your wrists, drawing your arms tightly against his shoulders.

“Hush,” John commands, greedy bear paws sliding beneath your scrub bottoms, slipping them down the round curve of your ass. “Just lemme feel ya.”

You shiver as those huge palms close over the globes of your asscheeks, forcing you to your tiptoes. Grinding your pelvis into his. Where a delicious heat is already building. In the end, there is no winning against John in a contest of chivalry. Dogmatic devotion that had nearly frightened you away in the beginning. He’d shocked you early with that, staunchly refusing to let you open a single door, showering you with affection both verbal and physical, keeping you tucked beneath his shoulder on the inside of the sidewalk. Small things. Innocuous things. Things you’ve never even thought of before as you made your own way in life. Not until John. Not until your ex…

But you shut that thought out immediately. You weren’t together for a reason. And John, sneaky little shit, had made himself a fixture of your life. In the betweens of his deployments. Even during–with bouquets of flowers delivered to your door or your hospital. Your favorite meals delivered much the same. Little texts when he could, pictures and videos that always had your hand sliding between your legs.

“Fuck, swee’art,” he groans against your mouth, walking you against the edge of your counter. “Missed you so much.”

He shoves your scrub bottoms down your legs, nipping at the corner of your mouth as he leans his weight into you. Arching your spine with a large palm splayed along your lower back. John is an extremely tactile man–and you discovered you were too. John always shoved hands beneath clothing, not to initiate anything (sometimes) but just to soak in the skin to skin warmth. You voice absolutely no complaints as his palms eat up your skin, coursing from the joint of your thighs and ass, up under your scrub top to scratch along your ribs, thumbs bullying beneath the wiring of your bra to graze the underside of your breasts.

You release a heavy breath, fingernails digging into his shoulders, bones already trembling as your body begins to remember the outline of him. The weight of his muscles against you. His intoxicating scent writhing in your nose. The scrape of his calloused fingers along your skin.

“Missed you,” you mumble into his hairline as he mouths along your chin, his teeth drawn to your throat like a magnet. Eagerly replacing the marks he’d left on you before this deployment. Staining you anew as his own masterpiece. His groan is rapacious, blasted heat scorching your tender skin. “Let me clean up, first, baby. I’m–”

“Don’t care.” Fuck, his thick as molasses accent might as well be glomming onto your body, trapping in honey as the achiness in your muscles bubbles to the surface. Your silly brain, now hardwired– trained , smarmy bastard–into relaxing, turning off. His teeth are sharp and thrilling as razor blades against your throat, eagerly waiting for you to cut yourself on them. “It’s your Friday, yeah?”

God, how you’ve missed his voice, how his hands cup your waist, your generous hips and drag you where he pleases. Those torturous hands bully under your scrub top, clearing a path for hungry palms and bruising fingers. You’ve missed those handprints too, painted along your body, a reminder of his strength, his passion, his protection. Mindlessly, you nod, your gut knotting as he hoists your ass onto the cool counter without even a shred of effort. If you really tried, if you truly wanted to, you’d never be able to escape him. His job is his body, and he does it so fucking well.

“My sweet girl’s tired, then. Working that pretty brain all week. You deserve a li’l break, don’t you?” he cajoles, luring a wounded, beaten animal into his trap with the sweetest honey. You go all too willingly. Even as your cheeks heat in embarrassment, the admittance to your exhaustion, the weakness. But there’s a reason John is the captain of his unit—perspicacious eyes stripping anyone and everyone to the bone within minutes of meeting. You’d been no different. And his idolatrous words cut straight through any walls your ex had forced you to raise, like the months you’d spent building them, fortifying them, were naught but air between you.

Your blurred thoughts shake away as John’s thick fingers suddenly close around your chin, fingertips pressing into your cheeks. Puckering your pretty lips. His enthralling jewel blue eyes are lidded and smug, a dangerously sharp edge glinting beneath.

“ Don’t you.”

John has made it his mission to carve self-compassion into your muscle and sinew. Just as you had made it yours to him. But it was hard . After years of driving and driving and driving yourself into the ground. Just one more semester, just one more class, just one more test, just one more year and you did it . But at what cost to yourself? Years of putting yourself aside in pursuit of your dream, it left crippled habits and cruel voices in your head. Your ex—he’d started to heal the long-callused burns, help you lay your own foundation beneath the heavy weight of your life’s work.

But then it ended…

“Get ou’a your head,” John all but growls, tearing your focus violently back to him. “You know the deal, love. When I’m here, I get your attention, mm?” Releasing your trembling breath, you nod, chin dipping into his warm palm. Broken down all too easy after your exhausting week, clearing the path for your usually managed anxiety. John knew that. He knows everything . “Now answer my question.”

You nod, a jittery hollowness bleeding through your limbs, leaving achy exhaustion in its wake.

John dips his mouth against yours, plush lips just touching as he teases you with a kiss. “Words.”

“I do,” you plead, eyes stinging as he gazes sternly (fondly) down at you.

“Mmm, good girl.”

Those two words kick a moan from your chest, has your fingers clenching on the lip of the counter as John releases your chin. Only to brutally rip your scrub top off, revealing your ugly, old-reliable bra. You flush, staring down at the ratty thing.

“I would’ve worn something else if–”

“Swee’art,” John soothes, swiping greedy hands up your ribs, eclipsing your breasts in his eager grip. You hum, both an acknowledgement and a barrier to the whimper threatening to spill over your lips. Your breasts have been terribly sore this week. And John begins kneading them with a force that has your knees shaking around his waist. “Be quiet. Let me enjoy my girl.”

Your jaw goes slack, already shivering as John hikes your knees over his shoulder, scrub pants tossed away, using one hand to flatten you against the counter before the other tugs the gusset of your panties away. You jump as his breath fans your wet pussy, true slick only beginning to drip from your entrance. You can’t help but cry out as his chapped lips seal against your clit, and you need to sink your fingers into his thick hair, grown out and shaggy after months away but your hands are dirty. Never truly feeling clean from a day in your hospital until you shower.

But when John wants something, there's no waiting, no denying. And fuck, doesn’t it make your eyes roll? The long drag of his tongue up your slit sure does, hands curling around the counter’s edge as an anchor.

“Fuck, John,” you moan, lids closing as he settles his broad shoulder between your thighs.

“Looks like my pussy missed me too, eh?” He snarls smugly against you, laying a sloppy, wet kiss against your clit. “Poor thing, already weepin’ f’me.”

You gasp as he slides one finger into you, burying to the first knuckle. Not enough. Not nearly enough after all you’ve had has been your fingers and the little bullet vibrator you managed to save when John pillaged your toy stash. You don’t need toys when you have me. Honestly? You’d laughed in his face, but had been curious if he could live up to the statement. Well, toys don’t live up to the thorough fuckings John carves into your body.

You whimper, eyes caught on the ravenous glint in John’s gaze as he watches his finger sink deeper. Groaning as you clamp down on the invasion. “Relax f’me, darlin’.”

Your soft, dripping walls tighten despite his command as his finger bottoms out. Curling into the spot you can never quite tease as well as him. Into the spot that has your thighs quivering, your elbows giving out fully and your back hits cool countertop. One finger, one damned finger he rubs in maddening circles over that gummy, delicious spot inside you. One finger is all it takes to have you shuddering with the bleeding of your tension. Giving in.

You sigh, a knot in your spine uncoiling as you fully set the weight of your legs on his shoulders. It is bizarre, what little things your brain filters out, like tension, until you feel it blissfully drain away.

“There she is,” John coos against your scorching heat, wetly sucking on your swollen bud like it’s his own personal sweet. You moan through your nose, hips shifting as he begins to pump that single digit in and out. You can feel the drag of every single callus on that finger. Too skilled and dexterous for his own good. The slick trickling out of you soaks your panties, dampens your thighs. “Just lay back, swee'art. Lemme take care o’ ya.”

And so he does. In a sloppy, salacious mess. He stretches you on a second finger too soon, hips bucking into his mouth as he swirls his tongue around your clit before sucking the throbbing pearl into his mouth. The sting of stretching on him too soon merely sharpens the pleasure pooling behind your navel. You scream when he nibbles down, nose buried in the soft flesh of your mons. His other hand digs into the fat of your thigh, bruising and stalwart, ceasing any retreat. You can feel his beard scraping at the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, the friction burning as it shoots straight into your core. His puffs of breath in between rude slurping and squelching fan like fire over your skin, draggin you further from coherent thought.

Your abdominals flex, his fingers petting your walls in a ploy to soothe the throbbing of your pretty little pussy. But he merely makes you gasp, flinching as a sharp pulse of pleasure rips through you.

“John,” you moan quietly, breasts aching inside your bra, demanding he just rip the confining thing from your body.

Sliding in a third finger, the silver-tongued bastard presses his other palm flat over your mons and lower belly, heavy and insistent as though he can make the fingers inside you touch his palm outside. It makes you groan, arching off the counter though his stony hand keeps you pinned. You feel so stuffed full, you can almost swear his fingers toy with the gummy tip of your cervix. Your pretty lips part around the choked out moan John rips from you with a sudden, harsh thrust straight into your cute little womb.

Every time. Every time your body forgets what it feels like to be fucked by this man. Every time John carves himself a niche anew deep inside your body. Fuck, this is only his fingers?

John laves your sopping cunt with his tongue, filthy wet sounds echoing in your ears as he sucks your clit back into his mouth. Sucking with obscene fervor. The scrape of teeth has you bucking into his mouth again, and he lets out a rock deep groan, vibrating straight into your core.

“Tha’s it, swee’art,” he purrs against the pulsing skin between your legs, the praise vining through your limbs, scraping delicious quivers against your bones. “Get ya nice and loose before I split you on my cock.”

“ John ,” you whine, fingernails bending as you press them into the stone countertop. Heat caresses your cheeks, those depthless eyes snapping up to meet yours.

“Tha’ what you want, sweet girl?” He seats his fingers deep, massaging gyres into your heat. His smirk is almost mean, mocking sympathy at you as your thighs tremor around his head. He seats his lips against your clit—a threat as he starts finger fucking you without mercy. Fast, squelching, your arousal coating the inside of your thighs, dripping down the sensitive skin between your arse cheeks.

“Gonna give daddy an orgasm?” he croons before dragging the broad length of his tongue over your clit. Your thighs twitch inward, your stomach pulling tighter and tighter. John doesn’t stop watching you, your face for the slightest twitch for him to exploit. You grit your teeth, tears gathering on your lashes as a half-scream leaks past your lips—the pressure, the heat, the intensity of John on you after so long almost fucking painful. Brows knit together, all that pours from your mouth are beseeching moans, whines as his tongue moves from stroking to circling. Depressing the bundle of nerves as he swipes it around your slick core.

“Oh fuck,” you whimper, finally breaking as you viciously curl a hand in the collar of his shirt. Wanting to pull him closer, push him away but you’re stuck. Frozen and at his mercy. “Fuck, please.”

John listens, mouth sealing against your clit as his fingers brutally stretch you, pounding into you as your arousal pools embarrassingly in his palm, drips to the floor. But his eyes merely darken, lids falling to half mast as he moans against you, feeling how your thighs close, tense and shaking. Your mouth falls open in a silent scream, face pinched as that coil snakes tighter and tighter. Painful and pressurized and you’re afraid you’ll crack apart once it releases. Fuck, you’re already twitching, shuddering as the thunder gathers. Claps with a deafening bang, lightning striking your blood as one last thrust you feel through your entire body ignites the storm.

Your voice chokes in your throat, body curling off the counter, nails digging bloody strips into John’s shoulder as you break apart. The lightning grips you, John only making it worse as he works you through it, enraptured by the devastated visage you paint above him. He could die a happy man right here, your voice finally breaking free with a wretched scream, tears tracking down your cheeks as shocks ripple your body.

You can feel your release gush against John’s beard, filthy and wet, the knowledge of how pathetic you became in mere minutes adding a sweet burn to the pleasure. Clawing air into your lungs, you whine—sob—his name, your body belonging entirely to another being as it shudders, shatters with your stupefying release. Your abdominals clench, muscles contracted and shaking to the point of ache , stealing more and more of your air.

Finally, finally , your orgasm releases you and you collapse back onto the counter, heaving miserable little whines on every breath. John keeps his fingers stuffed inside you, his tongue turned supplicant and languid as he licks the last of your pleasure from you. Licks until you're keening, pawing at his cheek, asking the man to take pity on you. He does, eventually. Rising from his knees and gently lowering your useless legs away from his shoulders.

John presses down over you, letting you feel his sturdy weight as his mouth captures yours in a sloppy, heated, open-mouthed kiss. You’re too weak to do much more than breath in his scent as he steals two, three, ten more kisses from you. As though he is starved of your touch, needing to take in as much as he can as though you’ll disappear.

When he pulls back, you’re sluggish, eyes barely open as you pant like a dog in heat. The man might as well have sucked the last of your energy out. He sees this, and your belly warms in a calm, safe sort of way as he smiles down at you. Entirely besotted, entranced, enchanted with the sleepy, fucked out look on your face.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, mm?”

Drop a comment or follow the Ao3 link and tell me what you think! I'm really interested in getting feedback on my first 2nd person PoV piece ever.

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managone16 · 5 months ago

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Sirius: Stop it. James, turning to Sirius: Stop what? Sirius: Stop looking at my baby brother like you want to eat him. James, grinning: Oh, but I do want to eat him. Sirius: Remus: James, run.

#*transforms and gallops away*#*sees a fucking dog chasing him*#dead gay wizards from the 70s #jegulus #marauders #trans regulus #regulus black #james potter #hp marauders #james fleamont potter #marauders era #wolfstar #sirius and regulus #james and sirius

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lulublack90 · 1 year ago

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Prompt 9 - Movie

@jegulus-microfic February 9 Word count 980

Previous part First part

Regulus woke in relative comfort. His wounds had all been healed, and he’d been allowed to sleep.

His hair was moving strangely, though. He craned his head to get a better look.

James Potter was absentmindedly trailing his fingers through Regulus’s hair.

“Hi,” His voice was cracked and raw. But it was still understandable. James jumped. He hadn’t realised Regulus had woken up.

“Oh, hi. How are you feeling?” James asked, already scanning Regulus for signs of pain.

“Good. My skin feels a bit tight where the cuts were, but I’m sure that will go away once everything’s fully healed.” James nodded in agreement.

“Oh, I’m supposed to let them know when you wake up.” James pulled out his wand and cast the patronus charm. A huge regal stag shot out of his wand, casting them in its eerie blue light. “Tell Frank that Reg is awake,” James told the ghostly creature. It galloped away through the wall, and a moment later, they could hear footsteps crossing the floor above them.

Mad-Eye Moody came through the door, glowering at the reclining Regulus. Regulus put all his energy into not recoiling at the sight of him. He refused to give him that satisfaction.

“I need details, and I need names.” Moody barked at him, getting straight to the point. Regulus appreciated that. He didn’t have the patience for niceties. “And you, I don’t want a peep out of you if I allow you to stay.” He ordered, narrowing his eyes at James.

“Yes, Mad-Eye. I promise.” Moody looked at the cot Regulus had been sleeping on and waved his wand. Regulus was levitated into the air, and he watched as the cot transformed back into the chair it had been the previous day. He was lowered onto it. Then, the chair scooted itself forward until Regulus was at the table.

Moody took a scroll of parchment and a quill from his robes and set them on the table. He then looked at Regulus pointedly, waiting for him to begin.

“I don’t know how.” He stated but added when Moody glared at him, demanding more. “As far as I’m aware, those orders are being left until the last minute. So there are no leaks.”

“Does he think he has a spy in his organisation?” Moody interrupted him. His deeply scared face revealed nothing.

“I’m not sure. He’s been keeping important information close to his chest more so than usual.”

“Alright. Names?” Moody moved the questioning on, clearly deciding that Regulus didn’t have anything else to offer about the actual attack.

“Malfoy,”

“Which one?”

“Both.” Moody nodded and made a note on his scroll of parchment.

“Next.”

“Lestrange,”

“Which?”

“All three,”

“Three?”

“Rodolphus, Rabastan and Bellatrix.”

“Ah yes, she’s a Lestrange now, isn’t she? I still think of her as a Black.” More jotting. “Any more?”

“Crabbe, Goyle, Nott, Lee, Dolohov and Snyde.” He gave as many big names as he could. But left out his friends. Evan and Barty would be safe for now.

“Hmm,” Moody murmured to himself as he scanned the list. "That’s a good lot to be getting on with. We know about most of these. But Lee and Nott, these are new leads. Well done, Black.” He stood up and made to leave.

“Wait! What about me? What’s going to happen to me?” Regulus’s eyes darted between Moody and James.

“Oh, I’ll have someone from the Ministry come and pick you up and take you to Azkaban,” Moody said blandly, carefully rolling up the parchment.

“Azkaban?” Regulus felt his whole body go numb.

“You’re a death eater, Black. What did you expect?”

“You can’t do that to him!” James broke his promise to keep silent during the interrogation and leapt out of his chair.

“I can and I will, Potter. He’s killed countless people on our side. Good people.” Moody didn’t even bother to look at them, already planning his next steps.

“Please, Mad-Eye. There has to be something else. Anything else. Please, please don’t send him there.” James’s eyes had filled with tears at the thought of Regulus sitting in one of the cold stone cells of Azkaban surrounded by dementors.

There was a sudden banging noise outside the door, and Sirius came barging in with Remus in tow.

“Where the bloody hell have you been Black?” Moody shouted, already aggravated by James’s outburst.

“Remus took me to see the new Monty Python movie. We told Alice we wouldn’t be long.”

“I don’t care about minty lizard motive. You’ve been gone for hours!” Moody snapped.

“It’s Monty Python. It’s a movie, you know, a muggle motion picture. As for time, it’s an hour and a half film, plus the trailers, and I had to get popcorn, and—”

“Mad-Eye’s trying to send Regulus to Azkaban, Sirius!” James interrupted before Sirius started explaining further.

“WHAT!!!” Sirius bellowed. “I REFUSE TO LET YOU SEND HIM THERE! AZKABAN IS NOT AN OPTION MAD-EYE! I WILL FIGHT YOU OVER THIS!”

Remus had to grab the back of Sirius’s robes to stop him from launching himself at Mad-Eye.

“Calm down, Sirius. I’m sure we can sort this out.” He turned to Mad-Eye. “Perhaps it would be best to discuss this later when we’ve all had the time to think.” Remus tried to be the voice of reason and stood between the two riled-up men. Moody grunted.

“Fine. I’ll discuss this with Dumbledore. Get his thoughts on the matter.” He pointed a stubby finger at Regulus. “He does not leave this room. Is that clear?”

“Crystal,” Remus responded, his tone cooler than usual.

Four pairs of eyes watched Moody leave the cellar. As soon as the door at the top of the stairs shut, a collective sigh rang out.

Regulus started shaking. He couldn’t go to Azkaban. James wrapped his arms around him and held him close.

“Don’t worry, love. We’ll figure it out.”

Next part

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lavenlady · 2 months ago

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hello lady, can do resuquest, Yandere Flame nova x Metal Cardbot female reader part 3. where Flame Nova still wants to be with the reader but she rejects him so Flame Nova does everything possible to have another chance with the reader like before

Here you go! Enjoy!

⊗ Is This Love? ⊗ | Yan!Flame Nova x Fem!Cardbot!Reader - part 3

" Please, just - " " No, Flame Nova. I am not talking to you or thinking about our relationship. Now leave me alone. " You and Flame Nova were again arguing. Others only watched from the sidelines as the former Star Guardian tried to bring your attention to him, he placed his servo on your shoulder plate to make you turn to him.

" Don't touch me! Can't you take a hint?! " You yelled at him and walked away. Your fuel lines were boiling at a sole thought of him. He quickly followed you and rushed to block your path. This turned again into an argument between you both. The other Cardbots were watching from afar as this show progressed. All of them already knowing the history between you two. This made Blue Cop try to calm down the situation.

" Guys, please - " " Don't tell me what to do! I am going out! " You transformed and drove off. Flame Nova slightly slumped his shoulder plates as he sighed at his yet another failure. He brought his servo to his face plates, thinking how to get you to listen for at least once. He then noticed in the corner of his vision, oh how he hated that term, his new master. Next to him stood his mother. An idea came to his processor as he saw her talking to Jun with roses in hand.

He excused himself and went his own separate way, towards a far away flower bed in a forest. He spent his entire time searching for the best looking rose bush he could spot. It took him a while and picked the one with the most flowers. Their beautiful color reminded him of his own plating, though he hoped his plan would work smoothly with them in servo. He remembered seeing Fleta Z give Sky Gallop and Cielo flowers, or at least he tried.

With that said he carefully started preparing his gift for you - it would not be basic looking, it needed to make you rethink your words and preferably listen to his explanations. He took out the bush out of the soil and broke off unnecessary branches. After be was done he was searching for something to decorate it. He changed his course and looked at people passing by. This is when he saw a ribbon, in a beautiful blue shade. He carefully took it and added it to his gift.

When everything was done, he slowly returned to the Auto Shop. His optics observed his gift the last time before releasing a sigh. He looked for you around and soon found you all by yourself, sitting on some old tires. He made his way towards you, making his presence known. You were about to start an arguement again when you saw him in front of you.

You were taken back when he kneeled and extended one of his servos, holding a beautiful bouquet of roses for you. You tried to stay strong, you really tried, but when he started pouring out his heart to you, your resolve slowly cracked. You softly took the flowers and traced one of the petals. Flame Nova softly took your servos into his, profusely apologising for everything and hoping for a bright new start.

You were torn between rejecting him yet again and accepting his apology. Your breaking point came when he hanged his helm low and practically begged for forgiveness. Your core was twisting in guilt and you quickly rised his face-plates, giving him a light spark kiss. You brought jim into a hug. He saw stunned for a moment before returning the embrace.

He would do it all over again just to be with you. Forget about Machina - Earth is your new home for now and with it came a new beginning.

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frankcastlescumslut · 2 years ago

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What If

Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader

Summary: Family Planning w Matt Murdock

warnings: mainly fluff, maybe some angst? not really, mentions of pregnancy,

A/N: short little blurb that absolutely nobody asked for this but oh well!! I want it!!

It was calm in the apartment for a Friday night. The smell of Josie’s was confined to the hamper of dirty clothes in the corner while hints of lavender scented body wash permeated the bedroom. It was calm. Peaceful.

It was a nice change; your nighttime routine including Matt, for once— there was something homey about it. Domesticated. He was there, just around the corner, pulling the sheets back and adjusting the pillows to your liking before you would both climb into bed and recount your days to one another as if you had been married for years.

You were afraid that if you verbalized the thought, told him you enjoyed not sharing him with Hell’s Kitchen for once, that the illusion of peace and routine would snap. That he would snap, and you would go back to the familiarity of falling asleep alone again, only to be awoken by a bruised and heavy body falling next to you.

Some things were better left unsaid, so you kept quiet, brushing your teeth in circular motions until you noticed the blood dribbling from your lips.

You almost didn’t hear him, his question drowning behind the gargling water in your throat.

“What if it’s not enough?”

Enough?

“What’s that?” you yell into the sink before wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. “Did you say something?”

The bedroom was dark, your side of the bed bare, the comforter pulled back as an invitation. He was concentrating on something, his brows noticeably furrowed even as your eyes adjusted to the darkness.

“What happens when it’s not enough?” He followed the question with a kiss to your temple as you positioned yourself into the side of his body.

“When what’s not enough, sweetheart?”

“Daredevil.” The stunned silence speaks for itself. “The firm. You. Us.”

Us.

You.

Me.

Your body stiffened at the thought of being lackluster to him. That your life together was somehow incomplete.

Dread quickly spread throughout your body, practically pulling you away from his body, untangling just enough so you could prop yourself against the headboard.

“Well,” you cleared the knot in your throat. “I would ask you what ‘enough’ means.” The chipped paint on your fingernails stole your attention. “What does ‘enough’ look like? Did I do something wrong?“ He was blurry when you finally looked at him.

“No!” God, what an idiot. “No, you didn’t do anything at all!” He was quick to hurry you into his chest, internally damning himself for being the cause of the lump in your throat.

“Then what’s wrong? You just said I wasn’t enough—“

“It was a poor choice of words, that’s my fault, I’m sorry.” His heart galloped in his chest, just beneath your ear. “You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me and I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”

“But?”

“Everything is good— great right now,” his grip against your frame grew tighter.

“But?”

“But it still… it still doesn’t feel like it’s enough.”

“Then what can I do to help? What do you need, Matt?”

The confusion began to transform into a mild frustration, and you were grasping at imaginary straws, trying anything to answer his impossible questions.

“I want more.”

The air became stagnant in your lungs as you held your breath.

“No, wait,” he stammered. “I want more of you! I want more of us.”

“I’m not following.”

“I want to start a family.”

The air left your lungs in an impressively long exhale, long enough for you to untwist from his grip and lean against the headboard, suddenly forgetting how to breathe.

“A family?” The mattress dipped beneath your palms and your neck groaned with the weight of your head. Your stomach churned, from both relief and anxiety.

He waited patiently, pushing himself next to you. His breathing was steady, an inconspicuous cue for you to follow his lead, and he gave you both physical and emotional space to process what he himself had been grappling with the past several days.

A baby.

“A family?” You repeated, desperate to read his face.

He was unable to conceal a soft smile, and you softened in return, inching your hand closer to his so that your fingertips barely touched.

“With me?”

“Only if you want to.”

His fingers interlaced with yours, the pad of his thumb rubbing melodic circles into your skin.

You would be lying if you said you hadn’t thought of starting a family with Matt before. He would be a wonderful father, that you were certain of, and there were times where you would catch yourself holding onto your stomach, fantasizing about how your appearance would change with a growing belly.

Many of your closest friends were having children or had already started their own families, so it wasn’t that out of the ordinary to think about your future with Matt, but you never allowed yourself to think that way or to go that far, given the implications of his second job and moral obligations.

“What about Daredevil?” Your voice was unwavering, much to your surprise.

“I have it under control,” he said with a lighthearted smile.

“Under control? What does that mean?”

“I got some help. It’s taken care of.”

“Taken care of?” His voice was so steady and matter-of-fact that your eyebrows raised automatically. “Did you just happen to pick someone off the street?”

“He’s from Queens, actually,” he laughed.

“Right,” you huffed in tandem, not fully understanding the connotations, but enjoying his ease nonetheless.

The room grew with a bloated silence, and for once, you allowed yourself to wonder. How does maternity leave work? Would he take paternity leave? Would you breastfeed or bottle feed? Are there any good schools in Hell’s Kitchen? Who would watch the baby while you go to work? Why aren’t there any cute boys clothes? Will a crib fit in the room? Would they look more like you or him? What if you dropped the baby? What if you’re not a good mom?

“Sweetheart,” he called, bringing your hand to his lips, as if leading you away from the cacophony of what ifs and hypotheticals.

“Hm?”

“You okay?”

“Yeah! Yeah. I’m just—

“Thinking.” He finished your sentence and you deflated automatically, resting your head against his shoulder.

You weren’t sure of how long you sat like that. Inhaling and exhaling. Inflating and deflating. Slowly sinking into the mattress, disappearing beneath silk sheets.

“You’ve really thought about this then?” You whispered, afraid to jinx something so precious so soon.

“More than you know.” He kissed your temple, emphasizing his sincerity.

“I have one requirement.”

“Go on,” he stretched an arm behind his head, enjoying the simplicity and ease of the conversation.

“Call me old fashioned, but I want to be married first.”

His laugh mimicked a bark, and for a second you were almost embarrassed by your reservations.

“Sweetheart,” he turned onto his side, somehow towering over you, before meeting your lips with his own. “I am Catholic, you know.”

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